Strike
Fast and hard, show no mercy for these men
The vermin of Christ, prophets of lies and their disciples
Seek them out, hunt them down
Break their spirits, crush their hearts
Not even death will set them free from this pain

Charge
Ride them down as they flee from our steel
Draw their blood, make them suffer
Before they die by war-field sacrifice
Wipe them out! Burn their homes, burn their fields
Feed the wolves with their offspring
Annihilate them all

Masters of War
Torment every soul
Rape every whore
That carries the cross
Masters of War
Torment every soul
Enslave every whore
That carries the cross

Fire
Burn them all, burn them alive
Send their souls to Death Queen's hall
To the land of cold burning flames
Send them to the land of famine and deceit
Eternally they will starve and freeze

Masters, masters, masters
Masters, masters, masters
Masters, masters, masters, masters, masters, masters
Masters of war